Neverwinter Forest plague

Astra peered around at the wolves in the clearing around her. Obviously, she was the newest wolf, and remained quiet, trying not to draw too much attention to her. She knew they had more serious matters to tend to at the moment. 

Ears swiveled back and forth among the few wolves that spoke. Between the ominous clatter of wings and mandibles and the voices of her packmates, she could hardly hear them. She heard a few words like food, cache, and full from Scimitar. It was enough to catch the gist of it. From two wolves who had just appeared into the clearing, she noted the word full. She guessed they were speaking of a full cache that they knew of and part of her uneasiness washed away. At least she knew they would have food, even if it was only for a little while.